Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 93

Chapter 93 Lucas: With Clayton

LUCAS

Challenge him. Rip him apart.

My wolf's snarling has occupied the majority of my short flight to White Peak, getting closer to the man who's tasted my mate in ways that he never should have.

My phone's off, because I don't know what I'll do if he calls.

The primal part of me is incensed, wanting to sink my teeth into his throat and tear it out, savoring every drop of the blood that spurts, content in knowing his soul has departed this world.

But the rest of me recognizes that Clayton is my friend and ally.

What am I supposed to do with all these fucking feelings tripping me up inside? Having Ava back is supposed to make everything easier. Make things simple.

In my absence, will she begin to doubt my words?

If she sees Clayton, would she choose me over him?

I don't have that confidence.

The fated bond between us is my only advantage. That, and the distance I can maintain between her and the alpha I trust with the honor of my entire pack.

I can never let her return to Cedarwood.

There's no way in hell I'll lose the little advantage I have.

deep breath, trying to center myself. I know Clayton will be waiting at the airport to personally escort

feels like a countdown to an inevitable confrontation. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, eager for blood. I clench my

She is ours. No one else can have

more than competition. My wolf may look at other alphas with respect, but

knows better than to

She is not our mate yet. We can't piss her off if we want a chance

head tell me that he's unsatisfied with my reasoning, but he

Blackwood was easier than all the bullshit I have to deal

the airport crowds my nostrils as I exit the terminal, an overwhelming assault on my sensitive nose. Sweat, perfume, fast food—it all mingles into a nauseating miasma that makes me want to gag. But beneath it all, one scent stands out, instantly

Clayton.

wolf snarls, hackles raising.

side under control. We can't afford

teeth, I approach Clayton, schooling my features into a mask of calm. But as our eyes meet, I can see it

he greets, his voice

my mouth. Anger flares hot in my

her? Why did it have to

more pressing matters to attend to. The Blackwood situation demands our

in strained silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between us. As we pull out onto the highway, heading away from White Peak,

can't take

voice deceptively calm. "As soon as you found out,

steering wheel. "I only just found out myself. I came as soon as I

face. Like he isn't here to get a chance to see her. Like he

little bitch, just won't stop. Clayton really is here to help. He's been helping this entire time, hasn't he? There's no point trying to assign ulterior motives to his actions. We can't get past this situation

of Ava's confession ringing in my

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